The clogs keep marching on, with the Trib the latest to get on the DJ, Epi-log, etc bandwagon. Granted, that toddling town is still the kind of place where there are coyotes in the Quiznos, but it seems like the World's Greatest newspaper could have come up with a better name than "The Stew." In particular, if you are going to call your new clog "The Stew" try to avoid having the phrase "will it flush?"* appear in an adjacent advertisement:

I must break my promise to be reticent for the rest of the day. Having recently mocked the notion that food bloggers had some sort of power -- other than getting Sirio to kiss their mom's ass, I mean -- I must recant. Even in this lowly forum, I need only ask, and I shall receive. Flush with this success, I am making the following requests:
1) Bob, Greg and Grant -- please reunite. 2) Israelis and Palestinians -- please work it out. 3) Cast of 8 Women -- please come over for some cassoulet. 4) Doctors -- please cure AIDS. And cancer. And heart disease.